“Shapes are everywhere, grandad. EVERYWHERE!
There’s a triangle, here’s a square!”
William pointed through the moving car’s window.
He said all this with an air of complete surprise.
But I felt challenged to open my eyes,
To perceive this world with the mind of a child.
Yes, shapes ARE everywhere, it cannot be denied.
I was impressed by his delineation
(He only turned four yesterday!}
And his fascination at God’s creation!
“My face is a circle,” he said, looking into the wing mirror,
“An oval,” I corrected, as only a teacher would.
Our senses dim, as we grow old.
We lose our wonder for all we behold.
But it’s all around us, the magic’s still there.
It takes a child, though, to show us where.